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It was about three years ago when Ruby and I(Roja) first met. We were working together in an office, sharing a desk. Our boss spent most of his time out of the office usually on business meetings. He never said exactly where he went but he told us that he knew he could trust us to get on with the work. Ruby and I didn’t mind this at all, so we never asked where he was going. Since Ruby and I were the only employees, with the boss out of the picture we could relax.

The work was fairly mundane, answering the phone and filing, stuff like that. I thought Ruby was so beautiful with her long black hair, slim waist and perfect breasts. I still do. I have to keep my hair short because it goes straggly if I grow it long, but hers is thick and hangs heavy on her shoulders. I am bigger than Ruby – all over, including my breasts. I’m not overweight but I do feel gawky in comparison to Ruby. She says I shouldn’t worry, she likes the way I look.

The best thing about Ruby, though, is the ease with which we can talk to each other. Often there were quiet periods at work, and this was when we would have our talks. At first, our conversation was limited to simple things like where we were both brought up, what our parents were like, what our favourite books and films were. Ruby told me that she had had a really unhappy childhood, her father was an alcoholic and her mother was too wrapped up in her own troubles to give Ruby the attention that every child needs and deserves.

Ruby is a survivor though. Rather than become introverted and unsure of herself, as many might have done in that situation, she emerged from her piteous upbringing with an independent spirit, a sharp wit and a keen sense of humour. She once told me that if she hadn’t been able to laugh about it, she would have had to cry. I loved her for that. Hers was a real contrast to my own middle-of-the-road background. Cushioned from the evils of the world by my own parents’ respectability and moralistic attitude, I left home to get married at the age of twenty-one knowing very little and possessing a naivety that was so profound as to be almost shocking. I know it’s difficult to imagine in today’s climate of sexual liberation, but the first time I saw a man’s naked body was on my wedding night. At the time Ruby and I met, I had been married for ten years and had never had sex with anyone other than my husband. I’m ten years older than Ruby, but it feels as if she has twenty years more sexual experience than me.

Ruby and I got really close, as you might have guessed. It was a few months after we started working together that our conversation gradually became more intimate. It wasn’t long before we started swapping stories of our sexual experiences. My sexual history is boring in comparison to Ruby’s. Hers is wild and fascinating and I get aroused listening to her talk. Sometimes I wonder if her stories are completely true, but I never voice these doubts. I have a feeling that if I did, it would spoil it somehow.

One Friday afternoon, just before Christmas, the phones were exceptionally quiet. We had finished the work for the week and tidied the office up. There really was nothing left to do. I put the kettle on, made us both a coffee and we sat at our chairs and began to talk.

“Tell me one of your stories Ruby. Please?” I asked, smiling. As I said it, I felt my pussy contract slightly, as if in anticipation of what was to come. I tightened the muscles, enjoying the feeling.

“Ok then,” answered Ruby, with a mischievous look on her face. “I’ll tell you about something that happened to me quite a few years ago, when I was job-hunting.” Ruby suddenly blushed.

“What’s the matter?” I asked her. “You look embarrassed.”

“Well,” she replied, “it’s just that this is one of my favourites. Sometimes, when I want to treat myself, I open a bottle of wine and curl up on the sofa in front of the fire. I shut my eyes and I sort of relive it in my mind.”

“Is it a really sexy story?” I asked. “It must be, because you’re blushing. You don’t usually blush.”

“Yes it is,” she said. “Really sexy – I usually finger myself and make myself cum while I’m thinking about it.”

My pussy throbbed when she said that. I squirmed involuntarily on my chair, realising that my pussy was getting wet just listening to her.

“I’ll tell you in the way that I remember it,” she said. “I like to imagine that it’s happening to me here and now.” Ruby was still flushed, but I have a feeling that this was not because she was embarrassed, but rather because she was aroused – just like me.

“It’s about an interview I went to once,” she began. “When I get there, there are three people on the panel, two men and a woman. They are sitting on one side of an office, in a semi-circle. The office has a couple of desks at the end, with a computer and telephone on each one, and a tray containing an assortment of papers on a small table which is positioned between the desks. Alongside of one wall there are a couple of filing cabinets. There’s not much else in the room, which is fairly spacious, just a couple of arty abstract paintings on the walls.

“I sit down on a chair at the other side of the room to the interviewers, facing them. I’m wearing a smart business suit, but for some reason I decided not to wear any panties that day. I didn’t think any one would notice and I liked the feeling of the air on my pussy.

“The three interviewers introduce themselves as John, Paul and Sue. They explain that they like to use first names and that theirs is not a formal company. I can remember thinking that they couldn’t really be so informal; otherwise they wouldn’t all be wearing business suits. Anyway, they go on to ask the usual questions, you know the sort, about name, address and all that.

“After a while, John asks me if I’d mind unbuttoning my blouse. You can imagine how surprised I am. Isn’t that an unusual request? But the thought of it arouses me, and you know how much I like new sexual experiences.” Ruby laughed then and looked straight at me, knowing that I would understand completely what she meant.

I looked back into her eyes and laughed with her, feeling a surge of affection for her. She was sitting there so unselfconsciously, telling one of the hottest stories I have ever heard.

“So I unbutton,” she continued, “starting from the top and working down. I do it really slowly, as if I am performing for them, each button that I undo exposes a little more of my protruding breasts. I unstuck my blouse out of my skirt and open it. Unbuttoning my blouse like that, with three people watching me – it really turned me on, Sarah. I was amazed by how turned on I was.”

Listening to Ruby speak, I could feel my nipples straining against the inside of my bra. I was really aroused now and brushed my hands over the outside of my blouse, letting them linger for a moment on the sensitive areas. I was trying to look as if I was merely smoothing my clothes. For some reason, I didn’t want her to know how turned on I was.

“So I sit there for a while in that office, with its filing cabinets, computers and papers; my blouse unbuttoned all the way and my pink nipples showing through the skimpy black fabric that is barely covering them. They feel so sensitive and I can’t resist slipping my hands up, stroking and pulling on them through the material. The interviewers ask me a few more questions and I answer them as best I can, given the situation. Funnily enough, I can’t remember what the questions were.” She laughed again.

I love the way she managed to find humour in her story while still being really aroused. I am different: when I am aroused, I find it difficult to laugh about it. All my attention turns inwards, to my throbbing wet pussy, my hard nipples and the churning in my belly. My mouth falls open and I have a certain glazed expression, as if I am entering another world.

“What happened next?” I asked, trying to maintain my composure. “How long did you sit there like that?”

“It felt like ages, Sarah,” she said. “It was driving me wild. Then, just when I think I might to have to beg one of them to touch me, Paul stands up, walks towards me and puts his hand inside my bra. I think to myself ‘Oh my God, this is lovely.’ His hand feels so good cupping one of my breasts and flicking over the nipple with his thumb. But then he slips it out and I am so desperate for him to replace it, I can hardly stand it.

“He asks if I would mind taking off my bra, before walking slowly backwards to his chair, as if he can’t take his eyes off me. The bulge in his trousers is really obvious, as if his dick is bursting to be let out. I can’t tell you how turned on this makes me; my clit feels like its bursting too and I can feel the dampness of my aching pussy. When he sits down, I take off my blouse and put my hands around my back. I unclip my bra and let it slide down to the floor.” Ruby paused, as if she was relishing the memory.

“Go on,” I said. While Ruby had been talking, I had begun to stroke my own nipples through my clothes without realising it, as if I was identifying with her story. Well that much was true: I soon stopped caring whether or not Ruby knew how turned on I was. I was loving it.

“I am completely topless now,” she continued, “with just my business skirt on and no panties, while they keep on with the interview. I carry on fondling my breasts and tweaking my nipples, almost forgetting where I am, it feels so good. I am so turned on by now that I open my knees slightly and wriggle my hips forward in the chair, unaware that I am doing it. I notice everyone’s eyes look down and realise that they can see my pussy, which I trimmed that morning.”

Ruby pulled on her own nipples now, while she was talking, as if she felt she had been given license by the fact that I was pulling on mine. She unbuttoned her blouse and slipped her hands up inside her bra and I realised that she was tweaking her own bare nipples with her fingers. I mimicked her actions, getting really carried away now.

She went on: “I can see the interviewers look at each other, and then at my breasts with the nipples so erect, and nod approvingly. Imagine my delight when John stands up and walks towards me, stoops down and slides his hands up the inside of my thighs, pushing my knees wide apart. I push my skirt up round under my ass, so that my legs can spread really wide. He looks into my eyes and smiles while he places a hand on my pussy, teasing my lips and clit for a while before letting one finger enter me. I let out a moan when he does this. I am completely losing control by this time. His finger slides in my pussy so easily, nearly sending me over the edge, but I hold back, knowing that there is more to come.”

Ruby took her hands off her breasts, removed her blouse and unclipped her bra. One hand returned to the nipple it had been paying attention to, and the other slipped slowly up the inside of her own thighs, lifting her skirt up and sliding down inside her panties. The sight of her doing that nearly made me cum and I found myself unable to hold back from copying her actions. By this time, we were both sitting next to each other, each naked from the waist up and each stroking her own pussy with one hand and a nipple with the other. I rubbed my fingers around my wet lips and clit and could see that Ruby was doing the same. I lifted my hips up and wriggled out of my panties, so that my hand was freer to move around. Ruby did likewise.

“Keep going Ruby,” I mumbled, easing my fingers into my pussy. “What happens next?”

“Well, then Paul and Sue stand up too, and I notice that Paul is stroking himself. I think it must have been painful to keep that bulge inside his trousers for long – his cock is really hard. Sue is panting as she slips her jacket and skirt off. She isn’t wearing a blouse, just a formal jacket, with a skimpy red and black bra underneath, and matching panties. I have never been with a woman before and I’m surprised at my own reaction. I keep thinking well, I can’t get anymore turned on than I am now, but then something happens and I do. Get really more turned on, I mean. Especially when I see that Sue is standing there watching, with her hand inside her panties, rubbing herself.

“Paul comes towards me and holds his dick over my face. I automatically lift my head back and lick all round the tip, holding his balls in my hands, gently squeezing them. Paul carries on stroking, holding his dick over my tongue so I can flick it and run my lips over it, when Sue takes John’s hand away from my pussy and bends forward, putting her head in-between my legs. I can feel her tongue exploring every inch of my pussy, all round my lips and clit and I can taste the saltiness of Paul’s precum. It drives me wild, making me thrust uncontrollably into Sue’s face. John has been watching this, rubbing his cock in his hand, but now he stands behind Sue and pulls her panties down to her knees. I hear her moan as he enters her from behind and she tongues me faster, sending thrills up my body.”

I became silent then: totally engrossed in her story, rubbing around my clit and inserting two fingers into my dripping pussy. I thought about how sexy she was, talking and fingering herself and I could feel that I was on the edge of a massive orgasm. I had to stop fingering myself then – Ruby hadn’t finished the story and I didn’t want to cum until the end. I couldn’t describe how much willpower it took not to bring myself over the edge. I just sat there, playing with my nipples and squeezing my pussy muscles tight, trying to slow down the orgasm.

Ruby carried on, her voice becoming sort of husky and choked. “My skirt is pushed up to my waist. Paul is fucking my mouth now and Sue is rubbing my clit with her tongue while she holds onto my breasts, teasing my nipples with her fingers. I can see that John is thrusting into her pussy from behind, holding her hips and pulling her towards him. I am in that wild, frenzied place that you only visit in those seconds before orgasm, when I feel Paul spurting into my mouth. Sue is moaning while she is licking me and I would be screaming, if it weren’t for the fact that my mouth is full of Paul’s sperm.”

I knew that I couldn’t hold back for much longer and I suddenly experienced an uncontrollable urge to touch Ruby’s pussy myself, to finger her until she came. I pulled her hands away from her breast and pussy and placed them on my own, before placing both my hands full on her breasts, fondling them and circling her nipples with my fingers as she talked. Ruby let out a moan and spread her legs really wide. I was moaning too and felt the orgasm begin to take hold of me as Ruby began circling and rubbing my clit with her fingers. I moved my hand down and did the same to her. It was driving me wild to think that we were both doing the same thing to each other and both on the brink of cumming.

Ruby carried on: whispering now, sometimes faltering, her sentences coming out in short bursts. “John seems out of control,” Ruby moaned again, “I realise that he is cumming too, at the same time as Paul.”

She wasn’t whispering now, but shouting – unaware of the sound of her own voice. “I feel the orgasm take hold of me and give in to it.” Ruby and I carried on rubbing each other, faster and more intently. “Paul pulls out of my mouth and I shout out with pleasure while Sue flicks her tongue around my clit.”

At this point, I moved my face towards Ruby and placed my mouth on hers, our tongues flicking together, probing, as if we were sucking each other’s clits and pussy. We kept on fingering and French kissing, pressing our writhing bodies into each other, playing with each other’s nipples while still fingering each other’s clits until we both let the orgasm take over. It was so intense, and the contractions of the orgasm seemed to last for ages before subsiding. We both slowed down and sat for a while, side by side on the chairs, with our arms wrapped around each other.

After a while, I couldn’t help but ask, “What happened? Did you get the job?”

“Well,” said Ruby, “I pick my bra and top up, put them back on, straighten my clothes and say goodbye. They said they would be in touch, they had other people to interview but I was the hottest candidate yet.”

“Did you get the job though Ruby?” I persisted with my question.

Ruby laughed. “I might tell you about it one day, but its five o’clock now and it’s time to go home.”

She never did tell me whether she got the job or not, even though we still meet up as often as we can to carry on with our stories.

Well thanks ruby for ur email . Ladies u can share ur stories with me on my mail [email protected].

Rahul sat down on his parent’s couch to watch a show he videotaped the night before. Just two weeks earlier he had graduated from high school and in the fall he would be headed off to college to study engineering. Just as his show started the doorbell interrupted his program. Getting up we went over to the door to find his sister’s friend, Ruchi, at the door.

“Hi Rahul, how are you? Is your sister home?”

“Hi Ruchi, Neeta isn’t home yet but she told me to tell you that she’d be back in about an hour and you can wait here if you’d like.” Ruchi was one of his sister’s hottest friends, but to Rahul all of his sister’s friends were hot. Ruchi’s long blonde hair pulled back into a ponytail. That day she was wearing a tight pink t-shirt and a pair of white shorts. Rahul noticed her toenails, peering from under her sandals, were the same bright pink as her fingernails. Ruchi walked into the living room and tossed her bags onto the floor by the front door. Rahul couldn’t help but stare at her butt, wondering for the thousandth time what kind of panties she was wearing.

Rahul turned a bright shade of red as he found Ruchi sitting on the couch he had just left. “You can sit on the couch too, I don’t bite” Ruchi said as she patted the cushion on the far end of couch. Rahul sat down and started to watch his show.

After a few minutes Ruchi chimed in “So Rahul how are things going?”

“Everything is going good, I’m still working at the movie theatre until the summer is over and then I’m going to State to study engineering, … so how are you Ruchi?” said Rahul.

Ruchi tossed her pony tail to her other shoulder as she swivelled in her seat to look at Rahul. “Oh … I’m doing pretty good, I got a 3.4 this semester, and this summer I’m working as a waitress at Anthony’s restaurant, the tips are really good there, so I can’t complain” she let out a little giggle and crossed her long tan legs over the seat on the couch.

Rahul had fantasized about many of his sister’s friends, but Ruchi was constantly reoccurring in his dreams. He especially liked it when all of his sister’s friends would come over for a pool party and spend the day running around in the skimpiest bikinis he ever saw. Not wanting the conversation to die out while this gorgeous woman was there he stammered for something else to talk about.

“Ruchi, how is your boyfriend Brett doing?

Ruchi laughed in a matter of fact way, “Well I haven’t seen him for a month, he seems to have a problem keeping his cock in his pants when I’m not around.”

Rahul suddenly feeling embarrassed muttered an apology, “oh, that’s ok Rahul, I have my eye on somebody else already!” giggled Ruchi.

“So do you have girlfriend Rahul,” Ruchi politely asked knowing the answer already since Rahul, while a nice looking guy, couldn’t get any dates. In high school Rahul participated in a lot of the uncool clubs, like math, chess and chemistry and many saw him as a nerd. He was also horribly shy around people and women in particular. Around Ruchi he lost some of his nervousness since he knew her for years but at times he could still get choked up.

“Um no, I don’t have one” Rahul muttered as he squirmed in his seat.

“When was the last time you had one?” asked Ruchi, thinking there may have been one in the past.

“Um, I’ve never really had one,” Rahul was turning red and feeling a little uncomfortable.

Ruchi slid across the couch and touched his arm. Rahul looked into Ruchi’s deep blue eyes and managed a faint smile. One of Ruchi’s quirky traits was she didn’t know always when to stop, but Rahul knew it and expected several more questions.

“Sorry Rahul, when’s the last time you dated a girl?”

“I’ve been out with girls to get pizza and stuff, but never really a date!” Rahul answered.

“Have you kissed any of them?” Ruchi asked out of sincerity, but she began to realize how nervous women made him and what a catch they were missing out on.

“Yes, I have kissed a girl,” Rahul felt a little vindicated to finally say yes to one of her questions, but he didn’t want to tell her that it had been a cruel dare that one of the cheerleaders had accepted from her friends.

“Did the kissing go any further?” asked Ruchi, letting a little devilish grin play across her face.

“No, it was just once for a second and I never spoke to her again.” Ruchi then realized she had hit a strong chord in Rahul. She knew what Rahul thought about her, Neeta told all of her friends that Rahul thought they were all hot and that he watched them when they swam and sunbathed. But for Ruchi, Rahul found her the sexiest not to mention the smartest and most down to earth of all of Neeta’s friends. Ruchi thought that if Rahul had a little sincere reinforcement from a beautiful girl he would come out of his shell and it would do wonders for his self esteem.

“So you’re still a virgin then?” Ruchi asked, anxious to see if she could seduce her friend’s brother and hopefully it would help him get over his shyness.

“Well all those no’s mean yes I’m still a virgin” Rahul shot back, just a little annoyed that the questioning was leading here, still one of his sore spots in life.

“Have you ever felt a girl up at all?” Ruchi purposely asked the question hoping she could parlay it even further.

“Of course not” Rahul turned beet red but he was intrigued by Ruchi’s questioning now and his dick started to twinge in his shorts.

Taking a deep breath and rubbing her flat stomach, feeling her navel ring, Ruchi blurted out “Rahul, would you like to feel my tits?” Ruchi felt immediately stupid and embarrassed seeing the shocked look of surprise on Rahul’s face. Ruchi’s face turned red, which doesn’t happen often to her, but she noticed that after she asked the question her pussy dampened noticeably.

“Ummm … I don’t want to do that … ummm, no! Were you serious?” Rahul took a deep breath and he just prayed he wasn’t being toyed with again.

In a sultry serious voice she answered “Yes, Rahul I was serious.” Straightening her back up and thrusting her breasts toward Rahul she took both his hands and put them on her waist. Taking a deep breath to steady herself Ruchi guided his hands over her stomach to her breasts, she could feel her heart pounding under her shirt.

Rahul cautiously squeezed and caressed her tits, not taking his eyes off her chest at all and not wanting to wake up from this dream … but it wasn’t a dream it was real. “Do you like them?” Ruchi’s voice knocked him out of his trance.

“Ahhh … yeah … um I like them, they’re very nice, uh … umm … they feel great.” Rahul stammered it all out in one breath.

Ruchi let out a low moan has Rahul continued to rub her breasts as his fingers knew instinctively where her nipples were. She could feel her nipples stiffen as her pussy grew wetter. “They do feel great don’t they; mmmm … that feels so good.”

Rahul’s hands instinctively cupped Ruchi’s luscious breasts. He had dreamed of this for a very long time, ever since he first saw Ruchi in a bikini at one of his sister’s numerous pool parties. Ruchi was very appreciative of what Rahul was doing. She let out soft moans and louder noises when Rahul ran over a particularly sensitive area. Out of nowhere Ruchi tensed up and sat up a little more than she already was.

“This is all wrong, this isn’t right!” Ruchi exclaimed. Rahul’s mind tried to grapple with what just happened, he was trying to figure out what went wrong, or perhaps it just hit her she was with her best friend’s brother.

Rahul stammered and tried to apologize, but before he could get more than “I’m” out she chimed in, “How silly of me, I should take my top off … I really want you to like my nipples, we can’t let your first experience be just copping a feel.” Ruchi pulled off her t-shirt and tossed it on the carpet next to the couch. Rahul eagerly took her firm breasts in his hands and started to rub them more vigorously. His tongue lapped furiously at her hard nipples. Ruchi’s hand reached for Rahul’s crotch and started to rub him through his jeans.

Ruchi grabbed Rahul’s hand and said “let me suck your cock!” She pushed him back into the couch and pushed his shirt up over his stomach. In a matter of seconds she expertly undid his zipper and button and pulled his pants down. His dick throbbed in excited anticipation of what was about to happen.

Ruchi’s tongue expertly lapped at the head of his hard prick. Rahul let out a soft moan as she moved back and forth seamlessly between her mouth and stroking him. Rahul softly said her name and she looked up. “What is it?”

“Rub your tits up against my dick” Rahul said.

Ruchi grinned wickedly and said “little brother has a bit of kink in him.” Ruchi was more than happy to oblige her new fuck partner, cupping her tits she enveloped his cock and gently jerked him off.

As he neared orgasm Rahul’s hips jerked almost uncontrollably. Ruchi took that as her cue and began to vigorously suck his cock while she massaged his balls with her left hand. With a loud exhalation of air and one final jerk of his hips Rahul felt his hot jet of cum blast into Ruchi’s mouth. Ruchi didn’t miss a beat. Even with two smaller jets of cum behind Rahul’s first blast she didn’t miss a single drop. After giving his cock a final lick with her tongue Ruchi looked up at Rahul.

“Are you alright Ruchi?” asked Rahul.

“Of course I am silly and you were just fine … just fine,” added Ruchi. Taking her finger Ruchi wiped off a little drop of cum from her chin. Leaning up to give Rahul a kiss, both were stunned to hear a car pull into the driveway followed by the slamming of a car door.

In a flash Ruchi grabbed both her shirt and bra and was up the steps. Rahul could hear the thumping of her feet in the hallway and the slamming of the bathroom door. Meanwhile Rahul wrestled with his hard cock to put it back in his pants and get situated before his sister came through the door.

“Ruchi, where are you!” Neeta hollered as she burst through the front door and threw her purse on the floor.

“She’s up in the bathroom. Do you have to yell like that all the time?” Rahul hoped that nothing appeared out of the ordinary and her sister wouldn’t start to ask any strange questions.

“I’m here Neeta, just freshening up a little before we went out” Ruchi answered. Rahul was amazed that not one of Ruchi’s hairs was out of place, nor was her shirt unduly wrinkled or that her lip gloss wasn’t smudged.

“I hope you didn’t have to spend too much time with my dork of a brother. He didn’t bother you at all did he?” Neeta asked Ruchi.

Grabbing her purse and things Ruchi replied: “Your brother was no bother at all; he was a perfect gentleman. As a matter of fact he put the ‘Brett question’ into a whole new perspective.”

Rolling her eyes Neeta replied: “Whatever, can we just get going? Rahul tell mom and dad I’ll be home by 11:30 tonight.”

“Ok, sis. Bye Ruchi” Rahul added as calmly as possible.

Ruchi turned to him as she headed out the door. Blowing him a small kiss and giving him an unmistakable wink: “I’ll definitely see you later Rahul.”

I was in the library early one evening and as I finished my paper I noticed one of the girls working there was getting ready to leave. I had talked to Sonali before, during her break, but felt she was not attracted to me except as a friend. She was great looking with tremendous tits. Ever since the first time I had laid eyes on her I knew she was someone I needed to know better, if you catch the drift. She impressed me as being somewhat prudish but smart and had a relaxed personality. As she was getting her things together I walked over and asked if she’d like to get a quick burger, on campus. She smiled and said she had eaten but would be into a coke why I had a sandwich. We walked to the cafeteria where I got a quick bite and she had a coke. After finishing I walked her back to her car and began talking. As it was cold and windy I said why not go back to my place and get out of the cold. She said that it sounded good and followed me back to the apartment. .

Anup, my roommate, was home when we arrived. Anup asked if I had plans and if so he’d leave as he had things he could do. His attitude startled me as he was one never to leave, hen I had a female present, always trying to belittle me. I will give him credit he never tried to hit on any of the women who were with me. . Sonali and I sat on the couch and Anup went and got us a coke. Sonali slid closer to me and when she looked at me I reacted by placing my arm around her shoulder pulling her closer and kissing her on the check. Her lips turned towards mine and we had a long deep kiss, our tongues reaching into the hidden potions of each others mouth. She was dressed in a skirt and sweater, both of which complimented her great body. Even though she was about 10 pounds or so overweight she looked great. Anup brought us our drinks, and the cokes contained rum. We talked and soon began making out and when I let my hand roam under her sweater she offered no resistance so I quickly unhooked her bra and cupped my hand around her breast realizing that her nipples were erect. I asked her if she wanted to go to the bedroom so I can suck on your breast. She proceeded to remove her sweater and said “let’s finish our drink, but you can play around and maybe later we’ll head to the bedroom. I guess you might say I was taken back as I felt that Sonali would be someone I’d spend many dates with before we would up in bed. I knew Anup felt awkward and once again offered to leave. Sonali said the conversation was good and if she embarrassed him she’d enjoyed sitting there sans top.

By this time I had my hand on her thighs and as I began to feel her wet crotch she stood up and removed her skirt and panties. We were both amazed but by with her soaking wet pussy I realized she was astonishingly horny. As she at back down and I placed my fingers inside of her I realized how big her pussy was and slid my hand inside of her making a fist when it was deep enough. One could tell she was enjoying it and asked Anup to come over and suck on her tits. Anup not knowing what to say once again, said he must leave. Sonali seeing my new camera on the table suggested my taking a few pictures of her but only for my eyes. We all knew that would never happen, as most guys showed this type of photos to all who wanted to see. Anup got up to leave and Sonali, once again said don’t be concerned that I’m naked so stay around and help me pose. For photo’s. Anup said he’d stay “but only if Rahul wanted him there”. Sonali looked at me and said “the evenings young and Anup has plenty of time to do whatever”‘ so I agreed he might stay for a short time.

Small talk and another drink with Sonali displaying her sumptuous body and I was hoping Anup would leave so Sonali and I could head for the bedroom. After all, I could not see her saying no, at this point, but a little time was OK wit me, even though my cock was erect, as was Anup’s. I’m sure Sonali noticed the obvious as her wet, sticky thighs and pussy were obvious to us. That, plus her erect nipples only made me more excited. My mind raced with thoughts of fucking Sonali and trying to find a way to get Anup to leave. It was simple, just tell him we needed to be alone, but before I could mutter the words Sonali suggested the three of us go into the bedroom. Anup, even with a strong desire, felt it was time to leave and headed for the door. Sonali seemed. Disappointed and asked Anup to stay, but Anup said he must leave. With this Sonali said she thought he’d have time for a quick blow job.

The three of us headed for the bedroom and since Sonali was naked she unbuckled my pants saying “you’ll be first”‘ but with Anup in a rush to leave I said “eat him first, since he has to leave. She admitted our bodies and then as Anup laid down she said I’m going to do something to you first and asked him to turn on his side. She then spread his ass and began rimming him and soon let her tongue search inside his hole. Anup was excited and within moments it was obvious he came. She quickly turned him on his back, gently grabbing his cock and placing it in her mouth. It was obvious that she had done this before, moving her lips and tongue all over his tool and taking pleasure in every second.

Her mouth was at the base of his cock as she sensed he was about to explode. I noticed as Sonali suddenly moved her mouth over the head of his penis Anup face grimacing as he came in her waiting mouth. After he finished Anup said he was surprised how adept she was and she responded I did not want the cum all over, as it would be sticky for Rahul. Next it was my turn. As Anup got up Sonali let me know that I was in for similar pleasures and as I laid on my size she began eating my ass. This was a pleasure that I never enjoyed before. Like with Anup she then had me roll on my back and gave m the greatest blow job I had ever experienced. Anup began placing his clothes on when Sonali reached out and said, “Anup I ate you and now it’s your turn to fuck me”. Anup said he must go and continued dressing, however, Sonali began begging him and finally won over saying she wanted his cock in her soft, warm, wet pussy. Anup quickly responded that I was married and maybe she might just want to fuck him, which made me wish I never met him. Yes, I was married but she was in Pennsylvania I explained. Sonali , “Rahul, your wife is not near and I have no intention of breaking up your marriage, so what we do is acceptable within my limits, if it doesn’t bother you. With that in mind I felt comfortable with continuing and developing a relationship, based on sexual gratification, without strings. Anup reluctantly agreed to fuck her saying “I hope this never leaves this room, as I have a reputation to uphold, and you are slightly overweight”.

Sonali suggest that she get on top, which turned Anup on. As she pumped him she pulled his legs around her waist. Seeing this, with her ass spread I decided to ram my huge cock into her ass. Sonali, not expecting this remarked god, this is a fantasy I never thought I’d achieve. My cock was in her ass, balls deep, and we were both fucking her for all we were worth but now it is coming true. Obviously this was a big turn on to her as well as Anup and me. Every second was enjoyable to all three but mostly to Sonali who constantly remarked how good it felt and how she wanted more, Simultaneously we achieved orgasm. Exhausted we got up and went to get another drink. I laid on the floor and Sonali raised herself up and at on my face, encouraging me to clean her up. I ate both her pussy and ass. As she came I asked her if she was through and she said I’ll take as much as you have as often as you guys like.

Anup said he had to leave and Sonali pleaded him to remain. I, really did not want Anup to fuck her again, telling him I understood and telling Sonali he should go. Sonali then articulated saying “I ,m not though with him and really want you both to fuck me more”. Anup agreed but said this time I want your ass while Rahul fucks your pussy. Once again we both had her. Need to reload we headed back for another drink. Sonali sat facing us running her hands over her soft body. She realized we were watching as she cupped one hand on her firm breast and inserted her other hand in her wet pussy. She gradually place it so deep that it was 3-4″s above her wrist.

Evidently Sonali enjoyed showing all she had to us and doing everything to satisfy our desires. She was one woman who primary goal was for us to achieve satisfaction knowing that her masturbation was another way to make us want more. We talked about what we had done and how Sonali was a great lover. This turned her on again and she said let’s go back to the bedroom only this time I’ll fuck you individually and show you what a woman is all about. We both felt good about her comment and picked her up and carried her into the bedroom. As she laid down Anup placed his fist inside her pussy and I sucked on her tits. Now we had her begging for our cocks.

Anup was once again the first only this time he was on top. He rammed his hard penis into her huge, wet vagina as hard as he could.

Every time Anup made contact with it her but moved like there was no tomorrow. Sonali let out loud moans as each thrust occurred. Anup’s hot cum filled Sonali’s awaiting pussy and as she thought of me, next. Sonali remained on her back as our bodies became connected. I took my penis out as I was feeling her soft ass, wanting to ram my big cock back into her and wanted her to beg him. She screamed out “Now, now and fuck me as hard as you can”. I rammed my large, 10″ cock deep into her welcoming pussy. “Keep going she begged as her thrust ball deep”, wishing he had more to give. She once again shouted “cum in me”. As I finished and pulled out Sonali hoped for more. I spread her legs and put my mouth to her slit and moved my tongue into her dripping wet pussy. She made hushed sounds as his tongue moved onto her inner lips and slowly circles around. When I hit her bright red clitoris she arched her back and sprayed all over my face. I then grabbed her head and force her mouth over my cock and told her I wanted her to take all 10″s. She took it down her throat and as she moved her tongue I took my hand and forced it up her ass. Shortly we both rolled away and Anup decided to leave, this time there was no objections from Sonali.

We both went back to the living room and I made us another drink. It was not 10:30 and Sonali said the night was still young and wanted to fuck some more. By this time I was spent so I suggested calling a friend to see if he wanted to join us.

I called Ritesh who said he knew who she was and would love to but Vinit and Mohit were also there. Telling Sonali that Ritesh had company she asked if they were male or female and when I said male she said tell them all to come over. They arrived in five minutes and we sat down and Sonali made them a drink. After some small talk and the drink Sonali said we all can go into the bedroom and I’ll take turns fucking you. The guys entered the bedroom and one by one removed their clothing. Sonali suggested that Vinit be first. We could see that Sonali’s eyes sparkled with the thought of the smorgasbord of guys about to fuck her. Vinit lowered himself on top of her and she grabbed his cock and placed it inside of her and began to move my hips like crazy. I looked around and could see Ritesh and Mohit anxiously awaited their turn. Her pussy was flooded with juice when Mohit took his turn.

As she grabbed his cock and placed it inside her Mohit shouted “Bhagvan, her pussy is soaking wet and stretched for a semi”. Mohit pounded away and shortly my entire body turned to fire we both came. Mohit shouted “my god this cunt sure came, not only once but three times. Sonali smiled and remarked “I always cum multiple times when I get a good fuck”. Ritesh who was 12″s plus slowly mounted her and said “I’ve never been with a girl who can take it all so let me know so I don’t hurt you”. Sonali was relaxed and said “OK”. As Ritesh pumped her he realized he would not even reach bottom, no less hurt her. For once he could enjoy fucking a girl without concern of damaging her insides. Sonali moaned loudly with each deep thrust and rotated her hips wildly pleasing Ritesh. The three guys came back fir seconds and thirds and Sonali was up to pleasing them all. When asked how many times she came that night she thought and realized she had no idea but it was plenty. Before they left she gave each one a blow job.

We all left the bedroom and the lower half of Sonali’s body was covered with cum, both the guys and her juices. It was obvious she didn’t care as she was totally fucked out. She put on her clothes over her drenched body and headed home. I talked to her the next day and her mother was waiting up for her and asked if she had fun and wondered how she got all wet and sticky. Her pussy was sore and she had trouble walking normally so I told her to tell everyone she pulled a muscle.

Two nights later she came back by, entered and took off her clothes saying “Rahul I want you to fuck me”. At first she gave me a blow job giving her a taste of cum that evening which she wanted to linger in her mouth and then she fucked the hell out of me, thanking me for the opportunity to fuck 5 guys. I looked into her eyes and said “we all agreed, you are the best on the IU campus”.

Shamita was 23 and had two children from a previous relationship when she started dating my brother, Bhagvan. She’d become pregnant in high school when she was 16, foolishly married the boy at the insistence of her religious parents and immediately had another baby. The marriage lasted about as long as the second pregnancy, so my brother told me one night.

Ever notice how women who have children young snap back into amazing shape? You would never know by looking that her tight, sexy body had ever been pregnant. She had long, dark brown hair and dark eyes; small, pointy breasts that were rarely in a bra, a tight, sexy ass and a walk that almost moaned, “Fuck me.” As hot as she might have been, I didn’t really like or trust Shamita all that much. I had the feeling she was looking for a meal ticket in my brother…which might be part of the reason I let myself do any of what I’m about to relate.

One Saturday afternoon I was hanging out with my brother and Shamita when the phone rang. It was some band whose drummer disappeared, looking to have Bhagvan sit in with them on short notice. Never one to turn down a gig, Bhagvan grabbed his stick bag and split, leaving Shamita and me to watch the movie we’d rented.

I pulled out my bag of BC Hydro (easily among the finest marijuana grown anywhere on this planet) and twisted up a fat spiff while Shamita poured us a couple of drinks and popped the disc in the DVD player. As she bent over to insert the disc I couldn’t help but stare at her perfect ass – that inverted heart, parting where the denim covered her pussy She shifted her weight from one foot to the other and I audibly sighed, causing her to look in my direction and catch me checking out her butt. Shamita grinned at me, “See anything you like?”

“You have a great ass, Shamita,” I answered honestly, “Can’t blame a guy for looking…especially when he hasn’t been laid in over a month.” That was true. I’d just started seeing someone new after the end of a relationship, but we hadn’t had sex yet and I was feeling it. Shamita sat on the sofa directly across from my chair.

“Don’t you worry about looking. I’ve had two kids…when a good looking man checks out my ass I take it as a compliment. You know the saying,” she winked, “you can look, but you can’t touch.” I passed her the joint and she took a deep pull.

“Oh, I can touch, Shamita. I’ll be touching later when I get home. That’s the extent of my sex life these days,” I laughed. “Thank God for opposable thumbs!”

Shamita exhaled and grinned. “No kidding. At least i’ve got some toys to play with!”

This conversation was quickly becoming interesting. Shamita and I had never really had any private conversations, nor had there ever been any flirting between us…but here we were frankly discussing my solitary sex life and that she has some toys for her solo pleasure. I joked that my little brother must not be keeping her happy if her toys were getting a regular workout, to which she quite seriously replied that no matter how much sex she got, she would still masturbate at least once a day. As she took a drink, she ran the tip of her tongue across her upper lip. The sight of her pointy, pink tongue snaking over he lips made me gasp.

“What?” Shamita asked. “Do that again…lick your lips,” I whispered. Shamita grinned and slowly ran her tongue over her lips, winking at me as she did it. My hand squeezed my cock through my pants and I groaned. “Fuck, Shamita…you’re giving me lots to think about.”

Shamita slid one hand over her belly and cupped her breast, licking her lips again. “You’re not the only one who has things to think about,” she grinned, as her eyes obviously stared at the large bulge in my pants.

We had a few drinks and smoked the rest of the joint, the movie was pretty bad so we continued to chat a bit as we watched. Some of the conversation was just normal stuff, but both of us seemed to be directing the conversation – through jokes or innuendo – back to sex. I asked her what sort of toys she had – a dildo and small vibrator; she asked me if I looked at magazines when I masturbated – sometimes, or I read erotic stories online. I asked her how often she made herself cum – at least once a day, once 9 times “but I was young and really pushed myself,’” she laughed; she asked me the same question – same answer, except my personal best is a mere 5 in one day, “I was young and pushed myself.” She grinned. This conversation was beginning to make my cock twitch inside my pants. I could feel it lengthening along the inside of my thigh and wondered if Shamita could see the effect this was having on me. I wondered if it might be turning her on and let my eyes slide down over her t-shirt where I was almost sure I could see her nipples swelling.

When I mentioned reading stories online to her she asked if I ever had cyber sex. I admitted to her that I had, which really piqued her curiosity. Shamita didn’t have a computer at home and her online experience was limited to sending and receiving email at work. She asked me how I could possibly sit in front of a computer and jerk off. How do you explain to someone who has never chatted what it’s like to share fantasies online? I asked her if she had ever had phone sex. Her eyes sparkled when she admitted that she had, so I told her that it’s the same thing…just text instead of talk. She seemed to like that answer.

But I was curious…who are you having phone sex with? My brother? “No,” she whispered. All of the sudden she looked embarrassed and a bit unsure, I could feel it. “Relax, Shamita,” I said, “phone sex isn’t fucking around…it’s just fantasy. I’m not going to tell Bhagvan.” Shamita grinned, obviously relieved. She had been honest in the moment about having phone sex without even considering that she might be revealing an “indiscretion” to her boyfriend’s brother. She told me that she occasionally phoned one of those chat lines that are free for women. If she found someone who seemed fun, she would masturbate with them. I asked if she liked having phone sex with total strangers. Her grin became bigger and she almost moaned, “I cum SO hard!”

By now my cock was throbbing in my pants almost painfully. I reached down to adjust myself and couldn’t help giving my long, thick shaft a squeeze and a stroke. Shamita’s eyes never left my hand the entire time and I swear I saw her nipples become fully erect in that heartbeat.

“I’d like to have phone sex with you right now, Shamita,” I half joked. “If it weren’t for your brother I’d do it because my pussy’s so wet right now I can barely sit here,” Shamita whispered, her eyes locked on the bulge in my pants, “but there’s a big difference between some stranger on the phone and you here right now. I can’t do ANYTHING with you, I’m dating your brother!”

Her words made my cock throb inside my pants and I could tell from her eyes that she saw the head of my erection twitching under the denim. I reached down and began to stroke my cock through the fabric, running my fingers along my aching shaft and squeezing my balls gently. “I don’t care if you are dating my brother, Shamita,” I said, “I’m so hard all I want to do is take my cock out and masturbate. Knowing you’re wet just means i’ll cum that much faster.”

I could tell by the look on her face she was totally torn. Part of her was incredibly aroused and wanted to keep going, the other part of her was completely unsure about doing anything with her boyfriend’s brother. Sometimes you can just feel what someone is thinking…and Shamita was sitting there wishing I was a stranger. As her hand slipped between her thighs to press against her denim covered pussy, she breathed, “I want to…if only you weren’t Bhagvan’s brother.”

I crossed the floor to where Shamita was sitting. It was a mistake…my immediate closeness made it all too real for her and she sat up. “No. We can’t…I can’t do this to Bhagvan. You have to go.” Shamita stood and pulled my arm – not hard, but enough to let me know she wasn’t going to negotiate. I apologised for making her feel uncomfortable and she quite sincerely told me, “Don’t give it another thought. We were both turned on and almost did something silly. No harm, no foul, but you should go.”

My place was only two blocks away, so I was home in a matter of minutes. I wanted to speak to Shamita and make sure everything was cool, so I picked up the phone and called. She answered immediately and I said, “Shamita, it’s me…I just wanted to call and make sure there’s no major problem about what just happened.”

Shamita was a little breathless, “No…no problem at all. Honest. I’m just on the other line.” In a flash I knew…as soon as I left Shamita got on the phone and called the chat line. I asked her if that was the case. She hesitated and admitted that she was, indeed, chatting with a man on the other line. My cock was instantly hard.

“Oh fuck, Shamita, that turns me on. Are you masturbating right now?” “(pause) Yes. I am. I wanted to when you were here, but I couldn’t.” “I have to stroke my cock. You’re driving me crazy!”

I asked her to describe exactly what she was doing. “I’m lying on the sofa with my pants around my ankles and my thong pulled to one side. You wouldn’t believe how fucking wet it was when you walked out that door. I’m soaked! My legs are bent and my knees are spread wide open. I have two fingers sliding in and out of my pussy while my thumb is circling my clit. I’m so fucking horny. Are you touching your cock?” My cock was throbbing as my right hand stroked back and forth over the top half, thumb and middle finger touching to perfectly encircle the ridge on each up stroke. “Fuck yes! I’m so hot, Shamita. Your sexy body…that ass…telling me that you love masturbating. You don’t know how close you came to having me rip your clothes off and fuck you. I’m stroking my cock right now, imagining you watching me. Would you like to watch me jerk off for you?”

Shamita groaned. I could almost feel her pussy spasm through the phone line. “God, yes! That would turn me on so fucking much. Are you really stroking your cock? Did I really turn you on that much? I am so fucking horny…I’m dripping…I want to cum so bad. Stroke your hard cock for me…mmmmm…cum for me…cum on me….” Shamita’s moans were becoming more intense, her breathing shallow, fast and raspy. This woman was about to give herself a major orgasm.

“My cock is so hard for you, Shamita. I’m dripping precum all over my hand thinking about fucking you. I want to cum all over you like the hot slut you are…turn you on your hands and knees and fuck you hard from behind…”

“Yes! I’m a slut! Fuck me, cum on me, make me rub my clit for you…I’m rubbing my clit…I’m rubbing my clit…so wet…going to cum…fuck…going to cum aaah fuck yes yes yes yes fuck my God fuck me….” Shamita exploded into vulgar incoherent moans and gasps, cumming harder and louder than any woman I had ever heard. The sound of her pleasure triggered my own orgasm and thick, hot ropes of semen jetted across my belly and chest, the last of it coating my fingers as I milked the final drops from my semi-hard cock.

Shamita spoke first. “I can’t believe we did that.” I could hear the worry in her voice, so I tried to be reassuring. “Shamita…it was fun, no one got hurt. A bit of fantasy between consenting adults. I don’t know about you, but I just came harder than I have in years.”

“My God, me too!” Shamita breathed, “I came SO hard. I literally had little sparkly lights in front of my eyes!”

We talked for a few more minutes, both agreeing that it was a lot of fun but probably not something we should do again. I agreed with her, but I knew I would soon find out if she really didn’t want to do it again or if she was working hard to appear a bit more proper than her wet pussy wanted her to be.

To be continued…

Shamita and I didn’t speak again for a few days afterwards. As hot as it was having phone sex with her, she was still my younger brother’s girlfriend. A little flirting had gotten out of hand and we had agreed that it shouldn’t happen again.. Fun is fun, but some things are just not kosher, right? Neither of us wanted to hurt Bhagvan…but (and of course) hot phone sex is just the sort of thing to make one want more, isn’t it?

I stopped in looking for Bhagvan. Looking back I probably knew he wouldn’t be there, but one lies to oneself where one can. Shamita offered me a cup of coffee and I sat down at the kitchen table. As she prepped the coffee machine I let my eyes slide over that totally perfect ass. There’s no way to describe it – inverted heart…soft, firm, perfection…Deva, to see that ass made you certain why God put denim in the hands of Levi Strauss. I felt a tingle in my balls as my cock started to harden, imagining Shamita with her jeans around her ankles, masturbating for me on the phone…imagining that ass kneeling before me as I fucked my brother’s hot girlfriend. I gently squeezed my cock through my pants beneath the table.

Everyone is psychic. You know it’s true as well as I do. When someone is staring at your ass and thinking, “I want to swallow you whole,” you can FEEL it. Shamita caught me checking out her butt.

She smiled, as if pleased at the power she knew she wielded over men just by shifting her hips.

“I’ve been feeling bad about what happened the other day,” she said quietly.

“Don’t feel bad about it, Shamita,” I replied, “We had this discussion. A little fantasy fun between consenting adults. Doesn’t have to happen again.”

Shamita brought the coffee to the table and sat across from me. “I know,” she said, looking me straight in the eye, “and it WAS fun, wasn’t it?”

“You want the truth?” I asked. Shamita nodded.

I knew I was going to tell her a little more than she was expecting, so I spoke quietly.

“It was the best sex I’ve had in years. I would hate for you to feel bad about that moment we shared. The truth is, I’ve been thinking about it ever since. The truth is….whenever I think about talking to you on the phone, I get so hard it hurts.”

I looked up. Shamita’s pupils were the size of dinner plates and her breathing was noticeably shallow.

I lowered my voice to almost a whisper. “I want to do it again. In fact, Shamita, I’m throbbing hard right now.”

Shamita’s mouth opened in surprise, “Are you really?”

I slid my chair back and stood up. My cock had been pressed against my thigh while I was sitting, but as I rose from the chair I was SO hard it angled over across my thigh behind my right pocket, lifting the entire right side of the front of pants into a massive tent.

Shamita exhaled and I saw her nipples swell dramatically. I want to say that again – dramatically. I’m a huge fan of nipples. Truth be told, I prefer smaller breasts – have always found big ones to be simply…floppy.

But breast size notwithstanding, nipples are the thing. Sensitive nipples. I love women with responsive, sensitive nipples and Shamita’s were, as I said, dramatic. She was only wearing a light tee shirt, so I was already aware that she was not wearing a bra. But when she saw my cock bulging inside my pants, I swear her nipples swelled visibly…I mean, I watched them swell…they began growing, puffing, swelling…call it whatever you want…and in the span of four seconds sand-dollar size areolas were standing out from Shamita’s small, firm breasts with eraser point nipples tilted skyward against the fabric.

I began stroking my cock through my pants right in front of her. I knew she was wet and I had a good idea what she liked.

“This is what I was doing the other day, Shamita, when I was hot for you – stroking my cock just like this. Does that turn you on?”

“Fuck, YES!” Shamita breathed, “but we can’t do this. I already feel guilty about what we did. I’m dating your brother!”

“What’s the difference between having phone sex with a stranger and having phone sex with me? It’s just fantasy, Shamita.” I kept stroking my cock through my pants and Shamita’s eyes never left my crotch. I noticed her pressing her thighs together and rocking on the chair slightly. “Do you want to see my cock, Shamita? I’ll take it out and show it to you if you want to see it.”

Shamita didn’t say a word, but the catch in her breathing answered my question. I reached down and pulled open the button, slid down the zipper and hooked my thumbs in the waist of my jeans. “Shamita, tell me what you want.”

Her eyes flicked up to mine. I could see the heat. “I want to see your cock. Please show me.”

I slid my pants down over my hips, slowly, inch by inch revealing the shaft. As the material passed the head, my cock lifted away from my thigh. Slightly over seven inches, curving up when hard and fairly thick – not gonna win any contests, but I’m happy with it and so, apparently, was Shamita. She leaned forward in her chair and whispered, “Nice cock!”

A drop of precum had formed at the tip, which I touched with my finger and rubbed over the head.

“Glad you like it,” I grinned, “Shamita…are you wet?”

“Fucking soaked. If I stand up I bet there’s a wet spot right through my jeans. Show me how you stroke it. Please? I mean…fuck…please!”

I began lightly trailing my fingers up and down my shaft. Shamita moaned, spread her thighs wide apart and rocked forward in her chair as she jammed her hand into her crotch.

“This isn’t fair!” Shamita whined, “You’re driving me crazy!”

“You’re right…it isn’t fair. I’m standing here showing you my cock. I should get to see something, too. I like stroking my cock for you, Shamita…let me see your tits. Show me,” I half begged and half ordered.

Shamita’s left hand dropped to the bottom of her tee shirt and wasted no time there. She didn’t slowly reveal her breasts to me, she simply evened the score immediately by yanking her shirt off over her head. Damn! Her tits were amazing. Champagne glass breasts, with swollen pink areolas and hard little nipples. Her left hand began tweaking, pulling and pinching her nipples, bringing little jolts of pleasure which literally trembled through her body. Seeing this wanton display of arousal made my cock ooze precum as my fingers traced my length.

“If you weren’t Bhagvan’s brother I’d fuck you right now,” Shamita groaned as she jammed one hand inside her jeans. “Do you want me to finger my pussy for you while you stroke your cock for me? Is that what you want? Do you want to see my dripping wet pussy creaming for you?”

“YESSSS!” I moaned, “Fuck, yes! Masturbate for me, Shamita. Right here…in front of me. Show me your wet pussy, I want to see how hot you get when you look at my cock. I’ve been doing this for the past few days, Shamita. Stroking my cock and thinking about you fingering your hot slit.”

Shamita stood and almost leapt out of her pants, dropping back into her chair with one heel on the seat, her other leg splayed out at an angle exposing her sweet pussy to my hungry eyes. I moved closer and began to stroke my cock just inches from her face, which caused her to moan and slide her tongue over her lips.

Then, as my hand began to pick up speed, Shamita brought her fingers from her pussy and slid them into my mouth as she leaned forward and kissed the head of my cock.

Shamita looked up at me. Damn! Those hooded, almost sleepy eyes…filled with lust and lit by desire. “Do you want me to suck it? Would you like to feel my hot mouth swallowing your hot cock?”

I could only groan. Shamita leaned forward and let the head of my cock push her soft lips open. The tip of her tongue tickling over the head seeking drops of precum. Then, with her agile tongue stroking, flicking and cradling the underside of my cock along every millimetre, she slowly took me deeper. She would take an inch and half, then back off an inch – more flicking. Take another inch and a half, then back off another inch…slow, tortuous, incredible…bobbing slowly, licking as if I were made of sugar, moaning with every taste of precum. I felt the head of my cock press against the back of her throat. She bobbed a few times, letting me feel the obstruction of her tight throat, each time making little whimpering noises on the soft impact.

I felt her pushing harder, trying to deep throat me. My breathing caught as I moaned in pleasure. Shamita backed off, still stroking my slippery, wet cock with her hand even as she fingered her swollen pussy.

“I need you to help me…I can’t take it all by myself,” Shamita breathed, “You have to push me down on it.”

My cock throbbed so hard I thought I might pass out. She took my hands and placed them on the back of her head. “When you feel the back of my throat,” she whispered, “press down gently on the back of my head and thrust your hips forward – not too hard, but I want your cock all the way down my throat.”

She opened her mouth again and engulfed my aching cock. Slowly bobbing, working her way down my shaft until I could feel her throat again…that soft impact at the bottom of every stroke. She slowed her rhythm, pausing a little longer on the end of each stroke…pushing a little harder. She made a sound around my cock…sort of a moan, but with a rising interrogative. When the head again pressed against the back of her throat, I pressed my hands against the back of her head…increasing pressure just enough to make it impossible for her to pull back…and pushed my hips forward gently but firmly. I felt the head of my cock ‘bend’ the wrong way a bit, making me even harder, stiffer, as I slid into Shamita’s pulsing throat. Pulling her nose to my belly, my hands on the back of her head, I felt my entire cock slide into her throat. She began almost whimpering in pleasure, fighting her gag reflex and savagely fingering her clit all at once. After a few seconds I felt her try to pull back, but I increased the pressure with my hands, flexing my cock in her throat.

She pulled harder, unable to breath, as I pushed my hips slightly burying myself in her throat. Shamita slapped my thigh, desperate for a breath. I removed my hands from her head as she pulled back quickly, gasping for breath. And then she came. As soon as that first gasp of air rushed into her lungs, Shamita screamed and began shaking, her face pressed against my cock and balls, tongue licking at me, fingers pressed hard against her clit as she literally gushed pussy juice all over her fingers and the chair.

“Oh God! Fuck! I’m cumming…fuck…oh fuck me…yes, yes….cumming….” Shamita’s orgasm ripped through her.

My cock was dripping precum – having been so deep in her throat, seeing her intense pleasure at swallowing my thick cock had me right on the edge. Shamita took my cock back in her mouth and began to suck me savagely, stopping to stroke me so she could tell me, “Cum! I want to see you cum. Show me your hot cum shooting out of your big cock. I want it! I want your cum, lover…spray me…shoot it all over me!”

Back into her hot, sucking mouth…tongue flicking and milking, pleading for my load. I felt my balls pull up and my cock begin to swell. Shamita felt it, too, and began to moan around my cock. Her eagerness…Deva!…what a turn on! My cock began to pulse, twitch…the pressure was almost unbearable. As my cock began hitting the back of Shamita’s throat again I exploded. The first hot jet I literally felt impacting against the roof of her mouth…I could feel the force of the shot. Shamita pulled back off my cock, swallowing that first shot and continuing to jerk my cock with her right hand and massage my balls with her left.

“That’s it, baby…give me all your cum. I want it,” Shamita moaned, stroking my pulsing shaft. Cum was spraying over her face, lips, throat, tits, sliding down her belly and she kept stroking. “Oh yeah, lover, drench me with your hot cum, mark me, coat me with it!” After five or six solid spurts of cum, Shamita’s hand was slippery with me, her face and breasts were spattered with my cream.

I reached down scooped a large drop of my load from her cheek and brought my finger to her mouth. Shamita sucked it in and ran her tongue around my finger before swallowing and letting me feel her suck my cum down her throat.

“Fuck, that was HOT!” Shamita grinned at me, “That’s twice you’ve made me cum harder than I ever have before and you didn’t even touch my pussy!”

I tucked my cock back into my pants and zipped up as Shamita pulled her jeans back on. I reached out to caress one of those perfect breasts. As my fingers brushed the nipple, Shamita groaned and slumped into my arms.

“Fuck…that feels so good,” Shamita breathed.

“Sensitive nipples?” I asked.

“Unbelievable,” Shamita whispered into my ear, “Sometimes I can cut just from having them sucked and bitten.”

My cock twitched in my pants. Shamita noticed and reached down to stroke me through the denim.

“You like my nipples?” Shamita asked.

I just smiled and pinched a little harder, making her gasp.

We heard a truck pull into the drive. My brother arriving home. Shamita grabbed her tee shirt and headed for the bedroom to make herself presentable. As she disappeared around the corner she paused, cupped her breast and flicked her fingertip across the nipple. Running her tongue over her lips, she smiled and whispered, “Our secret?

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The following story is based on actual events. The writer has experienced these events personally and has drawn from other fortunate men who have also experienced the pleasures that Bhavita has to offer.

Bhavita Chhiba is a stunning gujerati female residing in Umgeni Heights in Kenville, Durban, South Africa. She stands no taller that five feet and has the most angelic face you will ever see on a girl. She is a health science student studying physiotherapy at the University of Durban Westville, which is also where this story takes place.

Like most girls she assumes an innocent attitude and shrugs off the attention she receives from the opposite sex with utmost coolness and disinterest. However nothing could be more further from the truth. Bhavita is a sex kitten that cant get enough of sex and she loves men who are dark because of the erotic contrast the dark skin has with her milk white body.

The first time I met her was in the lecture theatre, she was sitting with her friends and one of the guys was busy toying with her hair and her feet. She seemed to love being the centre of attention much to the disdain of her female friends. Anyway after observing her for a few days I eventually caught up with her in the library in the afternoon. She explained that she took the bus into town and then another bus to her flat in Kenville. The way she battered her eyelids and the supple white skin of her body drove me wild with desire and lust. I made my mind right there that I would ravish this beautiful virgin. Or so I thought.

After what seemed like an eternity I finally convinced her to travel with me sometime. Her flat was out of my way but I knew it would be worth it. That afternoon she agreed to have lunch with me and we drove to Pridley Park and enjoyed a pizza. Soon after I had my arm around her and started to kiss and fondle her ripe breasts. They were small but responsive with super sensitive nipples that rose to my touch. I was surprised that a virgin would give in so easily but I just thanked my luck stars and continued.

“Please lets go some where more private,” moaned Bhavita. I raced to the New Germany Nature Reserve where couples often went to make out. I was stunned when she climbed out of the vehicle and motioned for me to follow her into the back seat of the Honda.

Slowly I removed her Levis and was greeted with the most sensuous pair of panties I had ever seen. They were pink with a kiss of lace and silk and the gusset was damp with her love juice. I could see the outline of her engorged labia, which was aroused by her lust to be touched.

She lifted herself up so I could remove her panties. The sight that greeted me sent a shock to my already throbbing manhood and I almost came in my pants. Her love mound was dripping her hot nectar onto her thighs and her entire pubic region was glistening with her fuck lube. The lips of her cunt were open like the leaves of a rose petal and I could see her love button aroused and erect. It was like a little cock and the sensitivity matched those of her nipples which by now were fully erect and sticking out from her small frame looking like two bullets. Her pussy was pink in colour and got darker as she got aroused. The lips were inviting and by now I could see she was no virgin.

The brief disappointment was replaced by my unbridled lust and I got over it. The scent of her fuck lube filled the car and forced its way into my mind. I bent forward and noisily sucked her cunt dry of all the nectar. However such was the magnitude of her arousal that I could not keep up with the amount of lubrication she was producing. Clearly she was a very experienced girl.

My own cock was lubricating pretty impressively itself and I had never produced so much of precum before. I freed my aching manhood and proceeded to roll on a condom when she said, “ Don’t worry I am on the pill, I want you to ride me bareback. I want to feel your cum spray the insides of my body.” I was reeling in shock. Why would she be on the pill? How often did she fuck guys in cars and was she safe? However my brain was clouded by my lust and all I could think of was how much I wanted to penetrate this lovely gujerati girl.

I placed my big body over hers and realised she must have looked like a baby compared to me. Unfortunately she could not manage my weight and the only other position was doggy style or she on top. I was not looking forward to her being on top because Indian women seldom know how to ride a cock. With her I was pleasantly surprised. She climbed onto my lap and guided my cock into her love canal. She was no virgin and my meat easily slipped into her hole however she was still tight and I enjoyed the sensations of her cunt walls milking my shaft.

She rode my cock for all she was worth and gyrated her hips in way that drove my cock over the edge. In less than ten minutes I was ready to cum. The combined arousal and look of the beauty riding my cock drove me wild and I grabbed her body and impaled her onto my spear as I shot my first wad into her. She moaned that she was cumming and I could feel her puss contract and squeeze the remaining drops of cum out of my balls. Bhavita placed her tiny hands around me and gave me a kiss. She had beads of sweat on her breasts and the heat from her pussy kept my cock hard. I was really aroused by the contrast between her white gujerati body and my dark Tamil body. Her neatly trimmed snatch was leaking with my cum and offered some lubrication for the next round.

I lasted longer and this time I pulled out and sprayed my sperm all over her perky tits and gorgeous face. The rest flew into her hair but she would not suck my cock or take my sperm into her mouth.

After dropping her off I realised how lucky I was to have scored with such a hot babe. I was sure very few guys on campus knew the real Bhavita but again I was wrong. My sexual escapades with Ms Chhiba did not end there. I would give her lifts for sexual favours although she admitted she would have fucked me for nothing. She just loved dark skinned guys for some reason; the reason I would soon discover had a lot to do with where she lived.

A girlfriend of mine, Shamita, and I have a mutual friend, who happened to be an ex of mine who had a fantasy of a three-some. We will call him Amit. Just kidding around we told him we were going to massage his whole body and then we were going to tear him up. Of course he knew we were kidding. That is until we each had a couple of drinks and relaxed a bit. Then what started out as kidding around turned out to be an evening we still smile to each other about.

We did begin to give him a body rub but I quickly noticed that his shorts were getting snug. I just couldn’t overcome the temptation. As Shamita was rubbing his upper thighs I just had to rub him in the right spot for just a few seconds longer than I should have. I felt him only slightly lift his thighs upward so I figured what the hell. I began to pull his shorts down. Slowly at first to see what his reaction would be. He apparently had no objections so I pulled them down just to his upper thighs (keep in mind here that I also did not know what Shamita’s reaction was gonna be).

She apparently had no objections because she continued to pull his shorts all the way down and off. I slowly began to run my tongue up him. Licking over and around. Slowly teasing just to work up as much intensity as I could. The next thing I know Shamita is kissing him very slowly and erotically. She was running her tongue along his neck while I continued to run my tongue, hot and wet, all over and around finally putting my mouth where each light thrusting motion was telling me it needed to be. Slowly going up and down, up and down. Stopping only long enough to run my tongue over and around every now and again. All the while getting undressed myself.

I also noticed that Shamita did not wait for me to do that. She was already nude and was positioning herself over top of his face. It really didn’t take her long to really get into it. She was “mmmmmng and moaning and I noticed that this really did it for him. But there was no way I was gonna let it end there. I stopped pretty quickly and moved closer to her started to lick and kiss her chest.

Now while she had her eyes closed Amit definitely had his eyes wide open watching as much as he could see with her in that position. The two of them were getting so into it that I figured I would to. So I got down next to him and started licking too. She really got into that!! The two of us rotating our tongues together like that was too much and she let out a deeper and longer moan and started to move with our motion.

She got up and ran her tongue down his stomach….all the way down. I only heard her sounds to indicate what she was doing cause I was being coaxed over top of him now. I already knew how much Amit loves to do that to a woman so it is no surprise that I was quickly getting close to mine and had to lift enough up a few times to slow that down. I wanted to make this last.

As I had to lift up I would look around at her so that I could watch. She was taking her job quite seriously, going down deep then all the way back up again. When I noticed the intensity of her motions I decided that it would be good to slow it down a notch cause I knew I wanted to have some more. I needed to have something in me.

I got up and took her job and much to my amazement she was headed straight to position herself over his face again!! I had to calm him down a notch, though, so I slowly ran my tongue up and down to cool the heat a bit. While I did this I was also noticing her moving her hips back and forth and that had me going crazy. I knew what I wanted so I got over him and took it in. When I did I saw his hands squeeze her ass a little tighter and knew it wasn’t going to be long.

I did my best to prolong it by moving up and down a bit slower, just enjoying the feel of him. Before long I knew he had been teased enough as I felt him thrusting deeper. I leaned forward just a touch against Shamita’s back to allow a longer stroking, and that got me to mine just before I felt him tighten up, vaguely hearing his stifled moaning.

Hi, I am Balu, my age 30, unmarried. My friend Name is Suresh and his wife is Jaya. She is very sexy and whenever I see her, I become very excited. I will tell her my affairs with other married girl and She will list on to all my double meaning talks of describing her body curves. She will just smile, but will never object my bad talks. When her husband returns, we will stop the bad talks and will talk about this and that common topics. So, I knew that she is a free type lady only for talks but not willing to have sex with me. But her body spoiled my sleeps in many nights. So, I decided that if I have a chance to touched her body she will surrender to me.

But, I don’t know how to do it. Because, she never comes out without her husband company. I even suggested about some tours, but she always says that she should seek her husband’s permission for it. How will I fuck her in her Husband’s custody. So, I watched her activities in her home day and night.

I found that she will come out in early morning for walking on the street. So, I decided it is the best to fuck her in the early morning.

I waited outside in her home in the darkness. She come out of her house at around 4 am. She was in White sports bunion in top and black sports-trousers. Her breast was jumping in the bunion when she do some warm up acts before walks.

I stood near the street corner, standing like urinating. I got my penis out of my pant and displayed it outside. When seeing her coming my penis automatically becomes very larger and harder. I stand there acting that I didn’t notice her coming displaying well my penis to her.

She come to the corner of the street, and stopped suddenly seeing me in the darkness. She shocked to see my naked penis. Now I was sending my urine on the opposite wall with great force.

She turned her face to other side and walked to some distance and walked back to her home. I followed her. She stopped near the gate of her home and asked me, ‘Hi, what are doing here in this early hours’. I said, I didn’t sleep well, so I want some fresh air come here. She looked at my penis when I was talking to her. She said pls zip ur pants first.

She went inside saying, ‘ok, we will meet in the day time in my office’ . Bit I didn’t go. I went behind her. I found her bra in the hanger in the wash area. I took it and rubbed it on my penis. She come out again to see if I went away or not. But when She sees me her bra was misused by me, she got angry and come near me to snatch the bra from me. We fight for it for some minutes.

In the struggle I cupped her breast with my one hand. She shocked and stopped to fight me. I invited her for sex, but she refused, and asked me to go away immediately. She was shivering when she hear my request to fuck her. I begged her very badly, even I surrendered to her feet’s, and kissed her feet’s to give only one chance to fuck her. But she was keep saying no, no, no, go away, go away, go away.

Finlay I asked her to give her permission at least masturbate in front of her. She said nothing to it. I took it granted. I started masturbating in front of her. I kissed her bra and smelled it. I could feel the smell of her body in it.

My penis was now in full size about 8 inch. She closed her face with her hands. But I could see her eyes through the fingers. So, she is watching my masturbation.

After some time, I could not control myself just standing and doing masturbation works. I attacked her suddenly without giving her a chance to fight back me. I pushed her on the floor and climbed on her velvet body. She slapped me few times to free from me, but my body weight arrested her well. I made some movements like fucking on her body rubbing my penis on the saree on the top of her vagina.

We struggle for some time, but the struggle makes it easy for me. Her saree was loosened and her blouse was opened half showing her bra. At last her fighting speed reduced slowly. I arrested Jaya on the floor with my body weight and with my one hand I tried to lift her saree to her hip.

Jaya tried to stop me, but it’s a very weak try. I rubbed my penis on the lips of her vagina. She moaned little and I forced her legs to spread a little wide to give my penis way.

I pressed my penis into Jays’s pussy and it went inside with little difficult. Her pussy lips gives lot pleasure to my penis. I give one hard pump and my long penis went fully into her. Jaya shouted oh,ssss, oooh, ssss. I started to fuck Jaya with great speed. My penis went in and come out with rythamatically heavy strokes.

I could see my penis give her full satisfaction. She moved her head this side and that side unable to control her pleasure of my fucking. I fucked Jaya seeing her beautiful body. I bite her breasts and I kissed lips sending my saliva into her mouth. She closed her eyes enjoying my fucking.

Her mouth kept saying ‘pls, Balu leave me, pls leave me, sss, ohhh, sss, leave me, yes, slow pleas, leave me, dont do it to me, yes , no , please, sss, ooo, ohhh, amma , amma, amma, amma, ssss’

After 30mints heavy fucking, when its time for climax, I speed up my strokes, and pumped my sperms into Jaya’s sweet pussy. When my sperms hits her womb, she also got the climax, and went to faint. Oh, god, I am dead, is this the Heaven I am waiting for? I went to the unlimited sky with lot of enjoyment.

I lay on her Jaya for 5-mints. After that I stand up and shook Jaya who is laying on the floor, showing her half naked body with bra and petticoat. Jaya didn’t say anything, she just washed her private parts and went inside her home.

Hi friends. I am a regular reader of ISS. Its a great site where we can share our experiences. After reading a lot of stuff here, I decided to share my experiences. So here is the first one. I am not going to reveal anyone’s name, not even mine. If anyone wants to contact me, they can mail me at [email protected]

I am a computer engineer and have done computer engineering from a reputed college in pune. I was a host elite and myself and my best friend were sharing a room. My roommate was from Delhi and he had never been to a beach. We had continuous three days holidays, so we decided to go to a beach. He asked his girlfriend and her sister too to come with us.

To make the trip more exciting, we arranged for two tents and we started our journey which was something about 6 hours from pune.

I was surprised to learn that the girls were smokers and drinkers. From here onwards I would refer myself as M, my roommate are R, his girlfriend as G and her sister as S.

After three hours of the journey, we took a break. We stopped in front of a bar, went inside and ordered some snacks and beer. After all the drinks were over, we started again with the journey. We bought 20 beers and kept them in the icebox we had. R and G sat on the middle seats of the sumo and me and S sat on the last seats of the sumo. G and S were equally sexy girls with great figures and uptight and large boobs. The road ahead was a little bumpy and with the movement of the sumo, the boobs of S were also moving and creating an itch in my pant. We were playing antakshari for time pass. S was wearing a v necked t-shirt with the upper cut visible in normal sitting position. Her hankie fell down and she bent to pick it up and that was a great scene which made my tool immediately erect making a tent out of my trousers. I tried to look as normal as I could but S noticed the bulge in my pants and gave me a cunning smile. I understood what was on her mind. Sitting on the seat opposite to mine, she touched my tool with her leg so that R and G would not be able to see it. She moved her leg up and down my tool over my pants. I opened the zip of my trouser but it was not helping me much. So I opened the hook and now she had a full access. We could not go any further because of presence of R and G but even then it was a good time and soon we reached our destination.

It was dark and dawn was a few hours away. All of us alighted from the sumo and started to put the tents. S was accompanying me and giving me all kinds of poses and boy she really looked like a model. R and G were busy with their setting up their tent. I grabbed S from behind, turned her face towards me, and placed my lips on her, pressed her lips with my lips and then my tongue started exploring her mouth and vice versa, and my hands were on her boobs pressing them over the t-shirt. S opened my zip, slid her hands under my underpants and took my tool in her hand, what a feeling it was. Suddenly I got aware of voices of R and G, they were coming towards us, tough they were not able to see anything because we were on the other side of the tent. We had to stop their.

We again had some drinks and smokes, and then R and G felt sleepy. I knew they were pretending but since I had an unfinished job to do, I felt lucky. R and G went inside their tent. I Grabbed S again, gave her a long smooch, picked her up and then took her inside the tent. I placed her on the bedding, and continued smooching, as I was over her. Suddenly I was below her, and she was over me, with her boobs pressed against my chest. She lowered her hands, and off went my trousers, and the boxers followed. I took off my t-shirt, and there I was, naked in front of a girl. She took my tool, which had become hard and long, in her mouth, and when her tongue touched my tool, I felt as if out of this world.

Her mouth went up and down my tool, sometimes right into her throat, sometimes half into her mouth, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, and after some 20-25 minutes, I filled her mouth with my semen.

I then took-off her t-shirt, and the bra, of went her losers with the panty, and it was sight. A girl standing in front of me, naked, for the first time in my life. I started pressing her left breast with one hand, and started sucking the right out, while she was moaning. I was pressing and sucking both the boobs one by one for quite sometime, and soon she reached the peak. I started my downwards journey, and my mouth stopped near her vagina, which was clean shaved and was a sight to see, with juices dropping from it, it had a great and sensual aroma.

I started to lick her vagina, as I had seen in many blue movies, my tongue probing her as deep as it could. The juices had a great taste. She came again. I had another hard on, I then started penetrating her, and with one forceful entry my entire dick was in her vagina. I started moving in and out with every entry more powerful then the earlier. After around half an hour, she came forcefully. She then took my tool in her mouth, I fucked her mouth with the same vigour and pace, and I once again filled her mouth with my semen.

When I came to my senses, I saw R and G in my tent. First I felt embarrassed, but then G told me that they also did the same thing in their tent. We had some beers, and cigarettes, and then it was dawn, we entered the waters swimming around, and yes we did have a foursome….

If any females wants to contact me, please mail me at [email protected]. Dont forget, I live in London now.

My other experiences will follow soon.

Hi friends this is a very time pass story . Its just an imaginary story written for Christmas time. The only unique ness is that I had written this story as I m a female. But listen guys I m a male 25 from Mumbai.

The moon outside is full. The sky is clear, and all the stars are bright and visible. The soft breeze, cool and crisp. You are poking at the fire, and the only light in the room, is the reflection of the moon through the large window, the soft glow of the fire and the twinkle of the lights on the tree. You have already removed your shirt and thrown it on the back of the couch. Your chest glistening from the heat of the fire. There are blankets and pillows laid out between the tree and the fire, and on the table, an open bottle of wine, and two glasses.

I come up behind you, and wrap my arms around your waist. I lean over and whisper in your ear “merry Christmas baby,” and then proceed to kiss the back of your neck and your shoulders. You grin with pleasure, you straighten up. Hang your tool back up, and then slowly turn around.

You place your finger under my chin and pull my face closer to yours, and our lips meet in a soft warm kiss. My arms still wrapped around your waist, and your hands running up and down my back, experiencing the feel of the open lace against my skin. My tongue darts out and runs slowly along the inside of your lips, and I hear a soft moan. I trail my tongue over to your ear lobe, and gently down your neck. Nuzzling my face up against the junction of your neck and shoulder.

Our embrace tightens, and we get lost for a few moments in the warmth and passion of it. Your hands move off to my shoulders, and you push me away gently.

“I have a surprise for you,” and you grin. You take my hand and lead me over to the blankets. “sit right here, and I will be right back.”

I sit on the floor, and wait in anticipation. A few minutes later you re-enter the room, wearing a cottony, white fluffy beard, and a big red bow on your fully erect manhood. Grinning from ear to ear you shout out “merry Christmas hohoho!!” I start laughing and fall over sideways.

“oh Nikunj, I love it,” I say in between giggles.

You start to walk slowly towards me, still grinning, and I notice you also have a large black bag over your shoulder. The laughter subsides, and I get up on my knees.

“hhhhhhmmmmm,” I say, “can I open my present now Santa?”

I look up at you with wide eyes, and lick my lips. Running the tip of my finger over the bright ribbon. You stand there with your legs slightly spread just grinning and you nod. I run my nails softly up your erection to the head, and flick my tongue just over the tip. Pressing my palm against the underside, my fingertips finally reach your balls, and I slowly wrap my fingers around them. Still flicking my tongue barely over the tip. Then around the head.

You drop the bag behind you, and I hear a soft moan, and feel your hands embrace my head, as your entwine your fingers in my hair. I run my tongue up and down the underside of your cock, sometimes up and down from the ribbon to the head, and sometimes around each side. My fingers delicately massaging your balls. As I make my way back to the head, I wrap my lips gently around you, and swirl my tongue around and around the head. My teeth gently scrapping over the ridge. Another moan, and your hands tighten gently. My lips work their way down the shaft, and back up, flicking my tongue around as I go. I begin to remove the ribbon with my teeth, very slow, and your hips thrust forward gently. The ribbon falls softly to the floor, and I engulf you with one stroke.

“yes” you cry, and press your hips against my face. I slowly run my lips back up to the head, and you moan again, and then quickly to the base, loving the feel of your massive cock as it beats against the back of my throat, and then slips further down.

Your hands clench my hair and you pull me forward as your hips thrust toward me. Again very slowly back to the head, and quickly all the way down. Your hips thrusting back and forth, your grip tightening. My fingers still massaging your balls, and the other hand clenching your ass, my tongue and lips relishing your taste. I feel your body begin to stiffen, and you cry out.

I continue to fuck you with my throat, your cries increasing, and becoming intense. “oh god, arti, yes baby yes,” feeling you explode down my throat, I slow my pace, and lick up every last drop. “oh baby” you cry, and fall to your knees. I lick my lips, and grin.

“thank you Santa” we both laugh. I crawl over to the table and pour the wine. The red lace chemise, has ridden up to my waist and you have a perfect view of my dripping pussy. I offer you the glass of wine, and you drink, trying to catch your breath. “what a wonderful way to spend Christmas eve”

After a few minutes, you set your glass down, and then take mine from me. “I’m not through yet my love, we are going to watch the sun come up this morning” you say softly.

You lean forward and your lips meet mine, our tongues dancing back and forth, the passion mounting again. The beard tickles, and I uncontrollably start to giggle again. I feel myself going back down to the floor, your lips following mine until I’m lying down.

Your tongue trails to my ear, and then down my neck. The beard tickles, and I squirm from the sensation. You trail your way over my shoulder and down to my breast. My nipples hard and poking through the lace. You wrap your lips around one of them, and gently start to suck. My back arches slightly, and a soft moan escapes my lips. You start to nibble gently with your teeth still sucking, the nipple becoming harder. I place my hands on your head, and start to run my fingers through your hair.

Then you raise up slightly. “I believe in equal treatment” and I giggle again as you attack the other helpless, yearning nipple. My back arching up against you pressing gently to your face. The beard tickles, but the sensation is becoming erotically intense. You slowly work your way down my stomach, running your tongue over the open lace. I feel the beard brush against my swollen clit, and then down over my thigh.

I spread my legs and raise my knees up. You tongue darting over my inner thighs, and then barely over my lips. You take your fingers and spread my lips, and flick your tongue up and down between my clit and my pussy. My moans getting louder, and my hips pushing up against your face. You run your tongue around my clip, and my hips jerk.

“oh that feels so good,” I moan.

You raise up and pull away. “oh no!!!!!” you grin at me again, and reach over for your bag.

My fingers move down my stomach and softly over my clit, wondering what you are up to. You pull a vibe out of the bag, and sitting between my legs run in up and down, over my wet pussy, only teasing me, my hips thrust up, but you won’t enter me. You take another vibe out of the bag, and I spread my lips for you. You start to run that vibe around and over my clit. My head pressed back against a pillow, my moans deep, and my hips thrusting toward you. You finally enter my pussy only an inch and then pull back out, I moan in disappointment.

You continue to tease me, until there is a large puddle underneath me. My juices flowing down my ass, and covering my inner thighs. “oh Steven.”

You finally very slowly start to fuck me, entering only an inch at a time, my hips thrusting up to meet you, wanting more. Your pace is very slow and calculated. My moans getting louder and more intense. My body starts to shiver, and you pull the vibe away from my clit, and pull the one out of my pussy. “oh no!!!!!!”

You take the dildo that you had inside me and slowly run it up my stomach, it is dripping wet with my juices. I look down and see you coming towards my face with it, it reaches my lips and I open my mouth eagerly. Flicking my tongue out, trying to lap up all the dripping juices from it.

As I start to suck on the dildo, I feel the head of your cock between my pussy lips, and thrust my hips upward again in acceptance. You push my legs up to where my knees are against my shoulders, and you lean forward to hold them there. Very softly you enter me, but I am anxious, and I keep trying to take you deeper. Still holding the dildo to my face and sucking it down my throat. Your pace quickens, and before long you are buried deep within me.

My hips meeting your every thrust. Moans escaping my throat around the dildo. Just as my body starts to shiver again, you stop, deep inside me, and just stay there, watching me, seeing the disappointment on my face, and knowing full well that you are driving my out of my mind. You start to pull out of me very slow. I pull the dildo out of my mouth and scream out “no Nikunj, please don’t stop baby, please don’t stop”.

You laugh softly. My body is trembling, and skin glistening from the heat we are generating, nipples rock hard. I reach down between my legs and guide your hard dripping wet cock toward my ass. I feel you enter me with just the head. And again I thrust my hips up.

“yes baby yes.”

I take the other vibe and start to rub it around my clit again. Feeling you slowly work yourself into me. My hips moving faster, wanting all of you. My juices flowing in streams. You can feel it dripping down over your balls, and down the inside of your thighs.

“oh god” I cry out, “yyyyyyyeeeeeeessssssss”

“oh yes arti’ cum for me sweetie, cum all over me” with that my body stiffens, and I scream out again. Juices spraying out of me, covering your chest your stomach.

You pound harder, the thrusts getting faster and more intense. My body trembling as I cum over and over and over. Screaming out.

With one last thrust, you explode, and scream out “oh yyyyyyyeeeeeesssss.

Yyyyyeeeeeessssss!!”

Our pelvis’s unite and become one. I squirm with delight, and your thrusts slow down. You finally pull out of me, and I sit up licking your chest of the drops of my nectar that cover it. You hold my head against your chest, and moan deep in your throat. I lick and nibble all over your chest and stomach until you are clean. We both fall back against the pillows. Spent. Our breathing finally returning to normal.

I look up, and out the window, and I start to giggle. “you were right. Look.”

You roll over slightly and look out the win “merry Christmas my love.” Dow. The sunrise is magnificent, the sky taking on hues of peach and pink. And it has started to snow again. We lay there forever, just watching the snow, and the changing colors of the sky, and the embrace is soft and warm.

“merry Christmas “merry Christmas my love.”

“merry Christmas.”

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